“I’m telling her
the truth when I meet her later,” I blurted. My tongue loosens whenever I’m
near her. I wonder if it’s a curse I was doomed to bear.
She snorted at the
sentence.
“Her? Don’t be
stupid. She’ll break your heart and feed the remnants to sharks without pause.”
Here she was, my
best friend, giving me her honest advice. Her words were heard, but I was
barely listening, only too aware of the sweating that began on my palms. This
traitorous heart rapidly beating in my chest is no longer mine; too obsessed it
is with another. And where my heart goes, my mind follows. My thoughts fill with
endless permutations of the potential outcomes of my options.
A chill runs down
my spine at a sudden thought. Does she know the power she holds over me?
“Hey, are you even
paying attention to what I’m saying?” She waves a hand in front of my face.
I gazed into her
eyes, contemplative storms meeting the fire in hers, probing. She stills her
hand as if she knew what was on the tip of my tongue.
“No matter how it ends, I won’t go down
without a fight.”
I kissed her.
